Why was this time any different?

It's my fault, I know it is, so why do I keep doing it?

It's no secret that I LOVE Diet Coke, and the employees at Burger King know it. Just about every day I will pull up at the drive-thru and order my Large Diet Coke (which used to be a King size, but now it's just large) and say my thanks, and drive away. I hardly ever finish a whole one before the ice melts and it gets flat, but I just have to have the large!

Anyway, when we pick Emily up from preschool, Alex runs in and uses the bathroom (almost a regular occurrence, too!) gets back in the car and says "I'm thirsty!" in a way that you would think he's completely dehydrated. So I pass it back, knowing what's probably going to happen, but do it anyway, "Here, you can have a drink of my Diet Coke." Because there's PLENTY to go around!

We start to pull away, and he grabs a box of Goldfish off the floor, the GIANT box, and bumps the Diet Coke from his cup holder, and over it goes! Same spot on the floor as all the other Diet Cokes that bit the dust...

Why did I think it wouldn't get spilled this time when I handed it back?
Oh well...sigh.

The poor Yukon, needs a complete scrub down. I think you could find just about anything in that back seat, and probably a few things NOT worth finding!

Until next time...
"I'll have a Large Diet Coke, please."